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He thrusts his cock hard. It goes in hilt deep, his naked skin clapping against my bare ass. He puts his weight forward, his chest half-collapsing against my back, but he keeps thrusting. Nik’s a wild beast that only wants more and more.

“Next time you try to challenge me, I’m going to fuck you in the ass so hard that you won’t be able to walk for weeks,” he growls.

It sends shivers down my spine. This side of him—while it frightens me—ignites a dark craving.

The thrusts of his cock are fierce. He keeps pummeling me, a loud sound of flesh hitting flesh the only thing I hear. I can feel Nik’s abs pushing against my back. We’re crashing against each other, the sounds of our breathing stifled and rushed. He’s not holding me up anymore. His hands are squeezing my ass.

The sting is perfect, causing a slight pain that helps me focus on the pleasure. I listen to the savage way he’s claiming me, the desperation that he doesn’t bother hiding. Everything about him is authentic. Nothing is a facade anymore, at least when we’re alone. I can trust him to not hide from me, to just live in the moment.

And then he comes again, his powerful thighs striking me violently. I can’t hold it anymore, either. As he thrusts his cock deep, my knees wobble, and my legs refuse to hold me any longer.

“Got you, serdtse,” he whispers gently, and turns me around.

He moves away just enough to help me to the floor. Once we’re both lying down, I huddle in his embrace and give him a smile.

“You’re divine,” he murmurs. “I’ll give you and our baby the world.”

He could be saying it mindlessly, but his comment touches me. Nikolai understands how much I need to hear words of affection from him. No matter how gruff and firm his hands may be, or how cold he is to others, I need his voice and his arms to always give me a warm embrace. I need to know I mean something to him.

For this union to succeed, I need his love.

Hopefully, he’ll give it to me with time.

Nikolai seems to notice the shift in my demeanor and leans his head down, kissing my forehead before placing a kiss on my nose.

“Having dessert before dinner is turning out to be my favorite part of the day,” he teases, his hand gently brushing against my aching pussy. “Do you enjoy it?”

“I definitely won’t complain about it,” I tease back, and look into his beautiful, wide eyes. “We should get ready, though. Olga’s waiting for us to come down.”

He reluctantly kisses me one more time before giving in and rising to his feet. He holds his hand out for me to grab and brings me to my feet.

“Let’s go before I get distracted again,” he warns me, rubbing the inside of my naked thigh.

I grin. “You started it. If you didn’t give me a bit of spanking, I wouldn’t have been this bold.”

“We’ll see what happens next time,” he promises with a wink.

A shudder rocks my spine. I don’t believe there’s a force on earth that can contain my passion for Nikolai Volkov.

Not when the passion is this intense.

THIRTY-THREE

NIKOLAI

Roman, Peter, and Ivan flank me as a blood-covered Igor limps into my office. The guy is in an even worse state than I’d left him in.

His black hair is smeared with blood, his blue eyes bloodshot. His face is covered with bruises and scratches, his cheeks cut. His right hand is wrapped with a dirty cloth in a pathetic attempt at bandaging a wound. There’s a dark circle around his left eye, and as he moves, I can see the injury on his left shoulder. Even his clothes look like they were attacked by a knife.

“You better have a good reason for showing up like this,” I tell him, my voice cold. “This is a place of business after all.”

His cold eyes meet mine, and Igor hisses, “They attacked us last night.”

“Why should I give a shit?” I challenge.

“My father got hurt. It’s bad,” he informs me.

“And that affects me how exactly?” I ask, my tone challenging.

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